Monthly Archives: September 2016

The sun rose higher and higher and I got scared-er and scared-er. Mosby was asleep by a tree with his horse’s reins tied to his boot. I wished I could manifest the same calm. I also wished that Stonewall … Continue reading →

As we walked down the mountain, I checked my pocket watch. It was barely 9:00 am. It seemed like half the day had already passed instead of just two hours. As I replaced the timepiece, I witnessed the sun … Continue reading →

We headed up the road to Crampton’s Gap for a ways until we were out of sight and the columns of troopers couldn’t hear us. Mosby stopped and said, “We gotta hit ‘em early or late. The Black Flag … Continue reading →

In a jiffy, Captain Greenley and his second in command, who was a Lieutenant, plus Captain Owen and his second in command, who was First Sergeant Walker, walked up to Major Mosby and saluted. Mosby returned their salutes. He … Continue reading →

Mosby went to his horse and pulled his binoculars from a small case in his blanket roll. He looped them by the leather strap around his neck and then motioned to me and one of the rested courtiers, indicating … Continue reading →

I dismounted, along with Mosby and his courtiers, as the night was just giving way to what appeared to be a bright morning without a cloud in the sky. We sat down by the roadside in some grass and … Continue reading →

It was eerie. It seemed as if we were commanding a Corps of the Dead. Except for the movement of the horses and men, there was total silence. Our troopers began to cinch their mounts’ saddles without a word. … Continue reading →

I waved at Mosby. He caught my movement even in the dark night and picked his way amongst the prone figures toward me. I motioned to the tree that the Captains had just vacated as their nesting places. He stopped … Continue reading →